Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Lucien fell silent again. Zhao Yingqi could tell that he seemed to want to say something, so out of politeness, he did not turn around immediately, but waited for the prince to speak.

In the end, Lucien didn't reveal his true feelings, and Zhao Yingqi, realizing what was happening, said "Sorry" and left.

That evening, at Ina's residence, she and Zhao Yingqi, two girls, were chatting.

"Yingqi, why are you so distracted?" Ina asked.

Zhao Yingqi held the chess piece, subconsciously denying, "No, I don't think so."

“Yes, absolutely, you have a problem.” Ina was quite certain. “If you have any trouble, just tell me. Here, there are very few things I can’t handle.” Princesses from other countries may have better treatment than her, but in reality, they are just export goods waiting to be sold. She is different. She has become familiar with the people in the Ministry of the Interior. In fact, if she wants, she can give up her princess status one day and take over Isabelle’s position.

There are only a few things she can't handle, aren't there?

Ina stared at Zhao Yingqi for a long time, "Did my stupid brother say something to you?"

Zhao Yingqi's gaze froze for a moment, but he did not respond.

Seeing that Zhao Yingqi did not answer, Ina laughed, "It's no use if you don't say anything. I guessed it long ago. He likes you. He's so stupid. He can fool himself, but he can't fool me."

Zhao Yingqi still didn't answer, and Ina continued talking to herself, "Obviously, he was rejected, but that's normal. Who would like a quiet prince like him?"

"Actually, the prince is quite nice," Zhao Yingqi said reluctantly.

"It's pretty good, but I can't really put my finger on why it's good, hahaha." Ina laughed heartily. The two siblings had a very good relationship, and it was precisely because of this that she found it so amusing to see her brother, who had only come out a little earlier than her, get the short end of the stick.

"By the way, Yingqi, what kind of person do you like?" Ina suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Zhao Yingqi was surprised again. "How old are you? Why are you asking this?"

Ina slammed her fist on the table. She couldn't stand being called a child. "I'm twelve years old! That damn princess next door is two years older than me and she's already married, you know? Uh, and those counts, they always start talking about who's so-and-so and how they are. Is it wrong for me to ask them a couple of questions?"

After saying a few angry words, Ina calmed down. After all, they were good friends, and she wouldn't really hold a grudge against Zhao Yingqi. "Anyway, you better tell me the truth, or don't blame me for forcing a confession." Ina spoke in Chinese. She was a person with a strong talent for languages. In just a few years, she had already mastered a whole set of words. However, she often used the wrong words, such as "forcing a confession" at this moment.

Zhao Yingqi couldn't help but laugh.

"Stop laughing, we're talking about serious matters," Ina shouted, emphasizing.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you then." Zhao Yingqi was quite helpless, so he had no choice but to give a perfunctory answer and casually began to speak, "He's good-looking, highly skilled, intelligent and brave. He can write books and also fight with a sword. He's humorous and gentle, he can tell jokes and coax people. Outside, he can calmly face anything, as if there's no problem he can't solve, making people feel safe. Inside, he's kind and considerate. When you feel lonely, he can offer you a bowl of warm soup that he's made himself."

"There are people like that?" Ina initially thought Zhao Yingqi was talking in his sleep, but then her heart skipped a beat, because it seemed there really were.

Isn't that what her father is like?

"Yingqi, do you have someone you like?" Ina asked.

"Huh?" Zhao Yingqi looked puzzled.

Seeing the other person's reaction, Ina breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her chest. "Thank goodness, I thought you liked my dad. You scared me to death."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yingqi was deeply shocked.

Recalling what he had just said, a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

Zhao Yingqi told himself, "No, it's impossible, it shouldn't be like this," but the more he thought about it, the more Ronan's image lingered in his mind.

"Hey, what are you spacing out for?" Ina called out.

"Oh," Zhao Yingqi replied.

"Let me tell you, I recently went to some children's parties, and those little girls were always saying..." Ina began to complain about the noble ladies who were about her age. She had called Zhao Yingqi over because she wanted her to listen to her complain about these people.

Chapter 534 Alcohol-Scented Stockings, Gentle Touch, Timing of Entry

On the same night, at Dinia's home.

Dinia lay on the bed, wearing only a thin pair of pantyhose. The crotch of the pantyhose was a pale yellowish flesh color, while the rest of the pantyhose was matte black.

Even when lying down, the firm and elastic shape of the buttocks does not lose any of its pertness. The layer of fibrous meat covering the buttocks is stretched even thinner, as if it does not exist.

Dinia, who is 168cm tall, has legs that look even longer than Elena's, who is 175cm tall. These long legs are covered in matte black stockings, which shimmer with a warm and even sheen under the light.

Ronan came over with a bottle of cherry wine and poured it down from his groin to his feet.

The cool sensation made Dinia let out a pleasant gasp.

At first, only a line of liquid quickly soaked and wetted the area around the pantyhose.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh-colored stockings became translucent, while the black stockings on the legs and feet became even more transparent and began to shimmer with a crystal-clear luster.

Ronan put the cherry wine aside, bent down and crawled over, starting from the toes and soles of the feet, kissing and licking, greedily and intoxicatedly sucking the wine that had soaked into the stockings.

Slowly move upwards, little by little: feet, calves, backs of knees, thighs, groin, and finally the groin.

The crotch area was where the most liquid had accumulated, and as he sucked, juice seeped out.

As Ronan sucked hard, Dinia unconsciously gripped the sheets and couldn't help but let out a soft, nasal moan.

Instantly, Ronan arched up even more restlessly, as if he wanted to shove his head inside.

"Uh." Dinia chuckled softly, then added, "Pfft, haha."

Ronan looked up. "What are you laughing at?"

Dinia turned her head, her face turned to Ronan, and said, "I'm laughing at you for being like a drunk male dog in heat."

"Hmph." Ronan merely snorted and lowered his head again.

After a while, Dinia started to feel it; her breathing became heavy, her delicate little anus contracted in waves, her toes curled inward at the toe of her pantyhose, and more and more water appeared. The crotch area of ​​her stockings, which had almost been dried by Ronan, was now soaked with a large amount of water again.

“Stop inhaling, let it in,” Dinia said.

Ronan raised his head, his already rock-hard member pressing against the entrance of the hole and grinding a few times, but he wouldn't go in. "Who just called me a male dog?"

"Tch, a man in his forties, acting like a stingy child," Dinia said with a sweet laugh.

“I’m just childish, so what?” Ronan wasn’t ashamed, but rather proud. “You bitch, if you want it, lower your stance.”

"Yes, yes, I am a female dog," Dinia said, suppressing a laugh.

She actually quite enjoys these little quirks and fun activities.

“I want to do it with stockings on,” Ronan said, leaning down.

The magic pantyhose are extremely elastic, but to add magic to them, it's like drawing them out while simultaneously pouring magic into them.

“Okay,” Dinia agreed.

Upon receiving the order, Ronan suddenly thrust forward and penetrated her, pantyhose and all.

Then they started working like crazy.

A few minutes later, Dinia whispered, "Be gentle."

"Can't take it anymore?" Ronan asked smugly as he continued his frenzied work.

“I’m afraid you’ll shake the bed to pieces,” Dinia said.

Normally, the bed wouldn't collapse because it's reinforced with magic. But at this moment, Ronan is also releasing magic. This magical impact is just more enjoyable for Dinia, but the aftershocks of the impact might damage the bed.

"So what if it's broken?" Ronan didn't care at all and continued to work hard.

Before long, Dinia stopped talking, only letting out intermittent low moans. She was extremely strong; when she masturbated, she could penetrate herself without feeling much, but when Ronan was with her, she was hypersensitive and would quickly enter a state of continuous orgasm.

"Oh, uh-huh," Ronan growled.

Because Dinia was in the right state, the vaginal walls began to activate. The wrinkled flesh walls contracted and expanded continuously, pulling inward as if trying to pull his entire penis in and suck it into his body. The cervix had opened, like a living mouth, gripping the glans of the penis, as if trying to squeeze out the semen.

No matter how many times you experience it, this feeling is still as exhilarating and irresistible as ever.

Ronan immediately pounced on Dinia, grabbing her two large breasts tightly with both hands. The force was so great that the white, plump flesh spilled out from between his fingers.

While wearing stockings, Ronan's thrusts were not large, but the frequency increased.

Dinia also began to brace herself on the bed with her hands, swinging her waist like a water snake, and constantly raising her hips to meet her.

Within minutes, the two were completely absorbed in sex, without thought or technique, driven only by primal instincts.

Almost unconsciously, Ronan ejaculated, and at the same time, Dinya also ejaculated.

Strong, powerful gusts of white fluid echoed through the uterine wall, while waves of liquid gushed out.

Dinia fainted immediately, and Ronan also went limp, collapsing onto Dinia and no longer moving.

When the two came to their senses, they realized that the climax had long ended. Ronan's limp penis had been bounced out by his pantyhose and was now exposed, while the water stains on Dinya's pantyhose on her calves had disappeared and she was completely dry.

After resting for a while, the two separated and then hugged each other.

"Ronan, when do we enter?" Dinia asked, getting down to business.

Entering the field naturally refers to joining the battlefield.

Dinia knew that Ronan and others had been waiting for this day of imperial civil war for a long time and had made countless plans for it, but he was not in a hurry at all.

"The most important thing about this kind of entry is timing. We've been farming and developing for so many years, isn't it all for the purpose of carrying the whole game? Of course, we should enter when the first round of skills in the team fight has been used and everyone is low on health, then we can reap the kills, and at the same time, we have to prevent the enemy from stabbing us in the back. So, now is not the time for us to make our move."

Ronan responded.

Dinia frowned slightly. "Give me the specifics."

“Let’s analyze the current situation.” Ronan began to analyze, “It’s not difficult for the Emperor to quell the rebellion. The rebels are just a bunch of ordinary people, with few magicians. They will be crushed soon. But it will take time to deal with the other Protestant princes. His Majesty the Emperor is determined to unify Germany. For him, this is both a difficulty and an opportunity.”

"But the problem is that Suleiman is a troublesome figure in the peninsula region, which prevents him from exerting his full strength."

"If nothing unexpected happens, Villa will make his move soon, uh, and Sweden too."

“Sweeden?” Dinia asked, puzzled.

“The Northern Alliance civil war will likely end with the Swedens crushing the Danes, either gaining leadership of the alliance or simply becoming independent,” Ronan explained. “Riding on their victory, the Swedens will probably want to see if they can have a say in the Western Continent. As a Protestant nation, they are naturally on the side of the Protestant lords.”

"So, we wait until the Belials and Swedens make their move?" Dinia asked.

“No, this is still not the time we need to wait for,” Ronan denied.

Chapter 535 It's unrealistic; there are national circumstances to it, and some people are happy while others are sad.

No? Dinia was curious about Ronan's answer.

Ronan revealed the answer: "We'll wait for Willand to come and form an alliance with us before we send troops. We need to make those stinking pirates bleed a little first."

Dinia, however, showed no agreement. "That's too idealistic and unrealistic. Others aren't stupid. Besides, we've developed very quickly in recent years. Even if we've been passive or even weak in diplomacy, it doesn't mean other countries will let their guard down."

"Let's not talk about Wieland, they're the same old thing anyway. The really bad situation is that the Emperor is waiting for us to enter the game."

“You’re right,” Ronan admitted that Dinia was right. “However, there can be unexpected changes, don’t worry.”

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Go take a bath," Ronan said, raising an eyebrow.

“No need for now.” After saying that, Dinia flipped over and straddled Ronan, grabbing Ronan’s genitals with one hand.

A middle-aged woman's desires can come on anytime.

On the same night, in Austeria, at the Eagle King's Palace.

Emperor Antolo Adlerburg of the Empire of Will is listening to his secretary read a military report delivered by the General Staff.

Adler means eagle in German.

If we trace their origins back to their ancestors, Antoro and Ambrina share the same ancestor, a duke who lived a thousand years ago in what is now France. They are both from the "Eagle Family," which is remarkably similar to the Haburg family in Ronan's original timeline.

Later, Antolo's branch became even more prestigious, after all, they had a "castle" on their head, while you didn't. Ambrina's branch was granted a place in the Black Forest to live in wooden houses and became proper Germans who ate pork.

Here's a joke: the current King of France is German, while the German Emperor is French.

"Go and summon the prime minister."

Antolo said to his secretary.

That's right, even the emperor had a prime minister. To be precise, the Grand Duke of Austeria also implemented a civil service system within his territory.

Other countries in the Western Continent also have civil service systems to varying degrees.

The essence of human beings is a repeater.

Over three hundred years ago, Oranz, the founder of the Golden Eagle Dynasty of the Kingdom of Fas, established a civil service system. Now, more than three hundred years later, the Freigo family still rules that land. Do they think they won't learn from it? Do they think we're fools? In fact, over a hundred years ago, the staff and city council established by the scholar-king Lawrence were also widely adopted.

But, as the saying goes, every country has its own unique circumstances.

Specifically, the difference in strength between the lords and kings of different countries is significant, so the final results of their learning vary greatly.

The Kingdom of Fas produced two seventh-tier mage "tyrants." Over the past three hundred years, the lords within its borders have undergone two major reshuffles and seven purges, completely stripping them of their military power. This has led to the current situation where civil officials govern and the monarch holds absolute power.

Do you think a lord with troops will obediently follow orders? Don't even dream about it.

Currently, the most feudal country on the entire continent is actually "Green Luo" Suleiman, with both a royal guard and a governor. Luo Wei'er is no ordinary person. The least feudal country is the small island nation of Weyland, which has a grand council. Weyland is a place with outstanding people and resources. The royal family is weak, but there are often powerful nobles. After several changes of the royal family, they simply gave up.

Soon, Chancellor Rudolf arrived.

When Chancellor Rudolf arrived, he brought up the war, specifically questioning Antolo's strategy.